We try not to obsess over recruting here. Signing Day is a big deal to us and we usually have some chatter regarding this prospect or that prospect, but we do what it takes to avoid this becoming another Spirit message board. Also, getting that worked up over decisions made by 17-year-old boys is creepy. But, all of that considered, a rare occasion presents itself where we see a prospect's profile on Rivals or Scout and think, "we have got to get this fuckin' guy!"
Just this morning, such an occasion happened twice. First, meet Watts Dantzler:
Swoll patrol, bitchasses. He is five foot ten, one-hundred sixty-five pounds, and one billion percent beefcake. Don't step too close to Mr. Lopez, lest you get caught in a whirlwind of gnashing teeth, scraping claws, and man-flesh. That hat? Headgear of royalty. That necklace? Satan's choke collar. That beard? A lovemaking bulldozer. When I look at Ryan Lopez, I see a man who can't be confined by things of the mortal realm--clothing, his kitchen, a non-grimacing facial expression. I see fury. I see badass. I see a brohemoth of epical brobrortions.
And I want it on my football team.
Oh, and he drives a Mitsubishi. Top that, n00b.